In the audience, Morris chuckled softly, drawing the puzzled gazes of his parents.
"These two friends are still the sa," he comnted, shaking his head in mild amusent. "they know how to rile up the opponent."
Mr. Wilson turned to his son, confused. "Did you already expect this?"
Morris nodded, setting down his wine glass. "I know my sister. She would never do anything wrong." He glanced at his parents and added with a faint smile, "Just sit back and enjoy the show."
The Wilson couple exchanged glances before nodding. Trusting their son’s words, they turned their attention to the stage, eager to see what would unfold next.
Victor, standing on the stage, glared at the Faye and was about to step forward, but Silvia quietly held his hand, stopping him even before he could move as if she had already sensed his next move.
Barely anyone noticed as they were shielded by Natalie’s chair and Mia sitting on the hand rest.
Victor turned to look at her, only to hear Silvia whisper, "You see Natalie is calm and confident. I’m sure she has a plan. Your ddling will only cause her trouble. Just stay put and trust her."
He shrugged her hand off as if she were a nuisance and frowned. "You know nothing."
"This is the perfu I represent as well, and I care about its reputation just as much as you do. But I won’t interfere because I trust the person I chose to work with," she retorted, frowning. "But an arrogant man like you wouldn’t understand that."
Victor glanced at Natalie, who was calmly sipping her juice. Silvia’s words made sense, and after a mont’s hesitation, he decided to hold back. He reminded himself that Natalie was no longer the weak woman from the past. She had changed, and he didn’t need to be so overprotective anymore.
"You have to admit that this is my formula and that you stole it," Faye declared.
Natalie gave her a bored look. "You still need to prove it’s yours. You were granted entry into this highly secure event hall with a fake invitation card. Don’t make regret it," she said with a smirk.
Faye flinched, caught off guard. She hadn’t realized how easily she had been allowed inside, and the realization made her nervous.
"Not just , but everyone here—and let’s not forget the people all over the city watching this broadcast, thanks to our journalist friends—are waiting," Natalie added smoothly.
"Fine," Faye scoffed. "If you’re that desperate to humiliate yourself in front of everyone, so be it. Not like it’s anything new for you. One more addition to your list of shaful monts won’t make a difference."
Natalie remained composed, unfazed by Faye’s taunts, while Mia clenched her fists, itching to lash out. Natalie placed a calming hand over Mia’s and said quietly, "You’ll get your chance."
Mia held back her anger, choosing to wait and see how things unfolded.
The guests in the room were struck by Natalie’s confidence and calm deanor. Her composure made many of them begin to doubt Faye’s accusations, though they remained curious about what would happen next.
Faye gestured toward two won standing behind her at a distance. As they stepped forward, she smirked.
"You recognize them, don’t you?" Faye asked Natalie. "They used to work under you."
Natalie let out a bored sigh. "Ah, yet another pair of useless staff mbers I kept around out of pity. "I should have known kindness goes to the gutter after so ti and people beco ungrateful." Her cold tone made the two won shiver as her piercing gaze landed on them.
Faye, undeterred, continued, "These two are witnesses who saw you harass at work and steal my creations. I also have video proof of how you constantly made us cry. You insulted our work publicly, only to use it later under your own na."
The screen lit up, and a video began to play. It showed Natalie scolding Faye in a boardroom.
"Is this how you work?" Natalie’s voice was cold and sharp as she slamd a file onto the table. "Don’t bring this garbage to . If you can’t produce sothing worthwhile, just leave the company."
In the video, Faye appeared distraught, tears streaming down her face. "I’m sorry," she stamred. "But I really think this perfu formula is good and—"
Natalie cut her off sharply. "Are we creating a unique, high-end product or churning out sothing you’d find on a roadside stall?"
The video continued, showing several instances of Natalie harshly criticizing employees.
Faye turned to the audience triumphantly. "This was her pattern—belittling us and our ideas, only to recycle those sa ideas later. The formulas that brought her fa at Brown Industries were mine. She denied credit every single ti. She’s been a plagiarist before, and everyone here can see it’s true."
"Is it wrong for to scold my employees when they do trashy work in the phase of company energies?" Natalie looked at the guests who were conflicted and said, "Ask anyone for them if they had never scolded their employees." No one could refute the claim.
Turning back to Faye, Natalie’s expression grew even colder. "The way you worked, if soone else were in my place, they might have pulled out your brain, washed away all the nonsense, and put it to better use. I showed you kindness by rely scolding you." She paused before continuing, her tone cutting. "But setting that aside, this video doesn’t prove I stole your work. If you’re going to accuse , bring explicit evidence. Otherwise, you’re just making a fool of yourself."
At that mont, a dignified man with a scholarly air rose from among the guests and approached the stage. His unexpected action caught everyone’s attention, and murmurs spread through the hall. Who was he, and why was he here?
The man offered a polite nod to Mia, who acknowledged him with a slight smile. She then addressed Natalie. "Natalie, this is Mr. Daniel Cross. He’s here to assist us with legal matters. The CEO of NextEra himself has appointed him as our company’s legal advisor."
Gasps and loud whispers filled the room. Daniel Cross was not just any lawyer—he was the most renowned legal expert in the city, known for his undefeated record. His na carried weight, and his association with NextEra added even more to his influence.
Opposing lawyers often preferred to settle rather than face him in court, knowing the futility of challenging his expertise.
Faye’s lawyer, who had seed confident monts earlier, visibly faltered. Though he was a reputable attorney from a top firm, the presence of Daniel Cross left him uneasy.
Daniel approached, his sharp eyes briefly eting those of Faye’s lawyer, whom he greeted with a polite nod. Turning to Faye, he addressed her in a firm, asured tone. "Ms. Faye, if the accusations you’ve made against my client are false, I assure you, the legal repercussions will be severe. You and anyone associated with this matter will face lawsuits so comprehensive that recovery will be impossible. However, if you admit your mistake and withdraw your claims now, we may consider leniency."
"Mr. Daniel," Natalie interjected, her voice calm but resolute. "I have no intention of sparing her or the people behind her. Kindness has no place in this matter."
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